Jianling

"Report to the Holy Majesty, Her Royal Highness has not had any water or rice for three days."

Chu Jingshen pressed the center of his eyebrows helplessly, and let the eunuch clean up the memorial on the table for him, then raised his hand, screened back to the left and right, looked at Shi Lian who couldn't kneel down, and asked: "What exactly does she want?" ?”

Shi Lian was silent for a while, then said, "Your Highness wishes to see you."

"I don't see you." Chu Jingshen was very annoyed, and waved away the stacked memorials, angrily, "Don't tell the queen not to see her, I'm so spoiled——Listen to what she said when she just came back? She said I was lying She? Said that I was bullying her son-in-law? Jing... How could Meng Xing be her son-in-law?! Why, could it be that she still expects me to be seriously ill, just to facilitate that idiot who doesn't know the size of the prince? To get used to her bad temper?!"

Shi Lian said softly: "Yes, Your Majesty. His Highness the Crown Prince has also knelt outside the hall for an hour."

Chu Jingshen: "..." He drank the tea in the cup ferociously, but he didn't taste the fragrance of the tea. He just felt itchy in his mouth and wanted to curse, "What did he want to say?"

"Responding to His Majesty, the crown prince asked the monk to tell you." Shi Lian closed her eyes and sweated for the crown prince, "He has seen the drunken sword before, and thought that the style of the drunken sword is enough to match the princess."

Chu Jingshen laughed back in anger, kicked the case open, and said impatiently: "Let him step down and be locked up with his good sister for a while."

Shi Lian had already seen that the emperor was particularly fond of Meng Xing, but he never got to the bottom of it, and he didn't dare to go into it, until the day when Chu Wanzhen came back, he set up the imperial study in a hurry, and when he rushed in, he cried and snotted his nose. Weeping tearfully, Father, please don't go, Father is not allowed to leave, before Chu Jingshen could be moved, he heard Chu Wanzhen cry out, "You should give your son a marriage first, if you are filial piety, don't give it to me!" married--"

Her Royal Highness is still alive today, which already shows that she is very favored.

Chu Jingshen has few heirs, and he attaches great importance to the queen's sons and daughters, especially his daughter Chu Wanzhen, and the prince Chu Wanling has been obedient to his younger sister since childhood. The father and son worked together to successfully make Shunning The princess is used to being one of the most arrogant and indulgent in the world.

If what Chu Wan really wanted was a random waiter to play with, whether it was Meng Xing or Meng Buxing, Chu Jingshen would not mind granting her daughter's wish - but what she wanted was not just Meng Xing, who was drunk with swords. It's so simple, what she wants is a lifelong concubine, what she wants is Chu Jingxing, the "premature wise and premature" Prince Gong's son, and what she wants is her cousin from the same family.

With humble eyebrows and eyes, Shi Lian performed a Buddhist salute to Chu Jingshen, and said reverently: "Your Majesty, Song Zhubo has been eliminated, and the Song family will be incorporated into Futu's sect in a short time."

"Very good," Chu Jingshen asked again with a sigh of relief, "We still can't win the Pichenmen and Huanxizong?"

Shi Lian said: "Master Qing Zheng of the Pichen Sect has a stubborn personality, and the little monk has a plan, but the princess may not cooperate."

As soon as Chu Jingshen heard his words, he guessed that Shi Lian was here to intercede for Chu Wanzhen, but he relied heavily on Shi Lian, and he didn't bother to care about this little thought, he just raised his eyebrows with great interest: "Let's talk about it." I listen."

Shi Lian clasped her hands together and said in a low voice: "His Royal Highness used to practice martial arts at Pichenmen, and he learned from Mingdingjian, and Mingdingjian can be regarded as a member of Pichenmen... If you can bring down Qingzheng Daojun, Supporting His Highness to become the new Daoist Monarch, the Pichenmen can be taken back to the Futu in a short time. And once the Pichenmen belongs to the Futu, the adjacent Yundu Huanxi Sect will be hard to support with only one Nanke son. "

Chu Jingshen raised his eyelids slightly, looked at him more deeply, and said with a half-smile, "Didn't Zen Master teach the princess to repay kindness with revenge?"

"Amitabha. Maybe if you don't let the princess know, it will get twice the result with half the effort."

Chu Jingshen was noncommittal, and said calmly: "Let's go, as you wish, I will follow you to meet the princess."

Over the past seven years, Zhong Xuan has conjectured dozens of possibilities about Meng Xing's origin, among which there are many speculations that Meng Xing was born in a family of Zhongming Dingshi, but Meng Xing never mentions the past, and avoids the people of Futu Sect like snakes and scorpions. Exceptionally, it hints at Shen Xuan. He must have a close relationship with the imperial court and the Forbidden Palace, and he must be deeply afraid.

Why did Meng Xing, who was avoiding the court like this, take the initiative to go up to greet him?

Martial arts proficient to Meng Xing's level, will he be detained by the forbidden palace?

Zhong Xuan didn't know the answer, and he didn't know how to deal with it. He could only take a little bit of leeway from his worries to calm the panic and shock that Song Zhubo brought him.

From the moment they met Yan Huansheng, these messy things began to chase them non-stop, and if they fell even half a step, they would almost be swallowed up by the hatred that had accumulated over the years.

Until Song Zhubo closed his eyes, he didn't know why Song Zhubo wanted to kill his parents.

Just like now, even though he was rushing to help Meng Xing, he didn't understand why Meng Xing had no news from him.

Feng Henwan yelled several times in a row, before Shen Shenxuan slowed down a little, allowing Feng Henwan to be able to keep pace with him, lazily leaning on the horse's back and saying: "You and Meng Xing parted ways. What?"

Shen Zhongxuan kept on his horse, pretending not to hear, Feng Henwan smiled jokingly, and asked again: "Boy, why didn't you join me when you came to Yangchuan?"

"...It is because I am worried that the senior will tell Ah Xing."

Feng Henwan sneered: "Then you solved Song Qi by yourself, how do you feel now?"

It's okay not to mention Song Zhubo, but when I mentioned it, Shen Zhongxuan felt guilty again, and he stuttered a bit: "I don't know...Song Qian...Song Zhubo, he is There’s nothing unspeakable about it.”

"He said he had something to hide?" Feng Henwan snorted twice, and comforted him, "It's really sad that the path he chose by himself is reduced to walking with the Buddha."

Shen Zhongxuan was in a daze, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time: "But he was merciful to me everywhere, but he killed my whole family. —— Why, I still don't want to understand."

Feng Hen took a long look at him, guessing that this child might be on the edge of his horn, not believing in the unreasonable kindness and malice in this world, and the natural distinction between good and evil, love and hate, is exactly the same as his mother.

Feng Henwan sighed shallowly, couldn't bear it after all, and said in a low voice: "Actually, about your mother's matter, Meng Xing was influenced by Meng Wubei after all. I know more about it."

Shen Zhongxuan suddenly came back to his senses, looked at Feng Henwan in astonishment, saw Feng Henwan's brows and eyes sullen again, and said with a half-smile: "What are you surprised, I have lived for decades, from Xue Lingmiao's martyrdom to the same tragedy Chaos, and now that the four major gates are in decline, I have always been a spectator left aside by time, knowing a little more is also a skill."

Shen Zhongxuan was silent for a moment, then took over the conversation: "Are you sad?" Although he was almost crazy with curiosity, the habit formed over the years still prompted him to think more about others, "Although the younger generation is distressed about the passing of one's life, But it doesn’t have to be perfect.”

"You are as stubborn as your mother. If you say that you don't want perfection here today, what you think in your heart is that you have to make up for the lack if you cut out the moon."

Feng Henwan sneered, and sighed vainly: "I can't see your appearance, I don't know if you and your mother look alike... When Song Qi was stabbed in the heart by your sword, he must have I also want to see the shadow of your mother from you - you have made him wish, otherwise he wouldn't have died so simply."

"The Pichenmen sect has divine weapons and sharp swords, and the gate rules stipulate that the swords are kept by people, so most of the swords that disciples get from the beginning of giving swords can be used for a lifetime. The materials are exquisite and the skills are extraordinary-ha, I am curious. Are they really just forging swords?" Feng Henwan pulled down the wine gourd at his waist, poured the last bit of wine into his mouth, then wiped his face and grinned, "Meng Wubei itself is a sword of mercy, killing all The villain in the world finally killed himself, Meng Xing was on the side in the past, I can't say it, but today I want to say, Meng Wubei, this idiot, died so happily!"

He paused, then continued: "Your mother is not much better than Meng Wubei. She is a person who is demanding in everything, black and white, and love or hate. If you can't love, you can't love it because you hate it. Killing is for love. Meng Xing said that her lifelong obsession is to chase and kill Meng Wubei, but she is biased. She really loves and hates Meng Wubei, but she hates and does not kill... who knows Is it love or lack of strength?"

Chong Xuan bit her lips: "Isn't she working hard?"

"Her life was not considered bitter. If it wasn't for her stubbornness, she would be a well-known Daoist Wuhuan now. In the past two years, rookies have become less and less aggressive. With her aggressive temperament, she is trying to fight her sword." It is not impossible to make it to the top three at the meeting." Feng Henwan smiled and shook his head, "You have seen Qing Zheng Daojun, you should know that she was unscrupulous when she was on the mountain, and only Meng Wubei could control her. She, but Meng Wubei is her backer, if something happened, she ran to act coquettishly, and Meng Wubei would naturally settle it for her."

"After going down the mountain, Meng Wubei was her enemy, and she had no backing behind her. How many people did she have to kill with a Diansu sword to become a Blood Guanyin? In the past hundred years, she has killed the most people, definitely not one of them. "

Shen Zhongxuan lowered his head, and heard Feng Henwan add: "Shen Yuanyuan, if you find that you want to kill, or even like to kill - you don't need to restrain yourself. Your mother used to live so comfortably and happily, it must be because she has never felt guilty about those swords. Dead souls. It’s like this in Jiang Hu, if you lose, you will die, if you win, you may die later, the most contemptible thing is human life, swordsmen like you and me have already passed away with a single sword, and thousands of people’s heads fell to the ground.”

"Is that the right thing to do?"

"There is no right or wrong, the rivers and lakes are life and death. If your mother pursued right and wrong like you did back then, she might not have lived to the age where you were born."

Shen Zhongxuan shook his head, hesitatingly said: "Humans are not beasts. If they kill indiscriminately and ruthlessly, are they no different from beasts? Victory and defeat are under the sword, but good and evil are in the heart. If the heart is driven by the sword, how can a person behave like a sword? How about a sword? People like that are just beasts, and swords are just sharp claws. People learn swords for money, sex, power, justice, hatred, and cause and effect. Becoming a beast—that's what I thought."

Feng Henwan was quite surprised that he could come up with such an opinion, laughed a few times, and said: "You are right, I am self-righteous."

"It's a good victory or defeat under the sword, but good and evil are in the heart." Feng Henwan smiled and shook his head, then continued, "Shen Yuanyuan, now I believe what Meng Xing said, your father must be a kind person. A hypocritical person like Meng Wubei must be ten times more sincere. Meng Yanhan, a crazy woman, is really lucky to meet such a kind-hearted man in the end."

He laughed for a long time, and finally said: "Dead early, there are a lot of shit. Meng Yanhan, I really wiped her ass hundreds of times, I don't know how to be good, I really don't know how to be good."

The author has something to say: Shen Yuanyuan, the richest man in Yangchuan, a well-known swordsman, a well-known milk dog, a well-known little boy, and an unknown barbarian. His works include "Those Years When I Argued With My Seniors", "I'm Rich, Listen to Me", "Although I It’s over, but I still want to raise your bar.”